Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time does not belong to me! All characters and references to the show belong to ABC and Channel 5.

These urban legends also do not belong to me.

I'm so happy that the second season of OUAT is finally back on the screens (I live in the UK) that I decided to update. This one stars Mr Gold, and all I can say is: I regret nothing.

Urban Legends: Fairytale Style-Chapter 5

Someone's In The Back Seat!

After a long day at work, Mr Gold finally closed up the pawnshop. It was getting dark outside, and as the pawnbroker made his way to his Cadillac, he noticed that the streets of Storybrooke seemed to be more deserted than usual.

Mr Gold wondered about that for a moment, and then shrugged. Who cared? Certainly not him.

Opening the car door, Mr Gold climbed inside and started the engine to make his way home. His pink home. If he ever got the chance he was going to make Her Majesty pay for that.

As he drove along the streets, Mr Gold became aware of someone driving behind him. Normally, this wouldn't bother him, but this unknown driver...he appeared to be following his car.

Every time Mr Gold turned a corner, the mystery driver would turn a corner, every time he changed streets, the mystery driver would change streets, and not once did he make a move to drive past the Cadillac, even when Mr Gold actually moved his car so that the other driver could drive past him.

"Argh!" he cried out, shielding his eyes as the other driver suddenly flashed his headlights behind him, nearly making him swerve off the road.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Mr Gold roared, briefly turning his head towards the car behind him. As though in response, the other car came even closer to his own, and just as Mr Gold tried to focus on the road again, the other driver flashed his headlights once more. The reflection of light in his head-mirror nearly blinded the pawnbroker, almost causing him to skid off of the road once again.

Does this man have some sort of death wish?! Mr Gold wondered furiously. After the car behind him moved even closer, flashing it's headlights one more time, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled the number for the sheriffs station.

"Sheriffs station"

"Miss Swan, it's Mr Gold"

"Mr Gold?" he could hear the unconcealed surprise in her voice "What do you want?"

"Miss Swan, for once it seems that I am in need of your sheriff duties" said Mr Gold, trying to keep his voice smooth and calm but failing "I'm being followed, and it seems this man wants to make me crash, he keeps flashing his headlights and bloody blinding me-"

"O.k, O.k, I'll be right there" Emma said hastily, and Mr Gold's jaw locked at the soothing tone in her voice "Where are you headed?"

"My house"

"Lead him there. I'll be waiting for him"

"Thank-you, Sheriff" after that Mr Gold hung up the phone, thankful that his home was just a short while away. As he continued driving, the follower continued his pursuit, the flashing of his headlights becoming more and more frequent the closer Mr Gold got to his house, his hands were locked on the steering wheel in a death grip, and he vowed that, should Emma let him close enough, he was going to beat this imbecile within an inch of his life.

Somehow, Mr Gold eventually pulled into his driveway, relieved to see that Emma's bug was already there. As soon as he parked his car, she came over to his window and warned him to stay inside. Mr Gold's jaw clenched, but for once he listened to the good sheriff, watching events unfold through his side-mirror.

He was rather surprised when his follower parked behind him, and even more so when, after ripping the car door open, Emma dragged out the town psychologist Archibald Hopper. He appeared to be struggling with Emma, fighting against her and pointing towards Mr Gold as she tried to drag him towards her car.

"No!" he was screaming "Emma, no, you don't understand! I wasn't trying to kill him! I was trying to warn him!"

"Warn him?" Emma frowned "Of what?"

"Emma, someone's in the back seat!"

Mr Gold's eyes widened in horror, and he rapidly turned towards the back seat of his car, only realising that it was far too late when he felt the cold metal of an axe cut through his neck...

Like I said, I regret nothing! Please read and review and I'll update soon. For the next chapter, I've decided to go with a request made by Reanne100. I'm including no spoilers here so you'll just have to wait. As always, if there are any urban legends you want to see, PM me the plot.